Something I did to pass the time, so this is more of a pilot chapter to test the waters. If this gets a lot of feedback, I'll see about continuing the story.
The sky shines brightly in the central district of Zootopia, its citizens going about their lives and working to make their living. The carnivores working along side with the herbivores in a variety of job sites. As peaceful mornings can be, they all have crude beginnings.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The alarm clock rings out, the time reading 7:00 AM. A figure groans in his bed as he slaps his hand onto the pestering alarm system, silencing its annoying calls.
That drowsy and bothered creature is you. One of the very few humans living among the many species of animals. You arrived here by unknown means: teleportation, interdimensional travel, death and reincarnation, your guess is as good as anyone else. But that isn't the time nor place to think about that. Right now, you have to get dressed for work.
You sluggishly get out of your bed, feeling your back pop with each movement you make. You groan a bit and stretch out as you pull your muscles tight before laxing.
Feeling better, you get dressed in your usual navy blue uniform top and black pants. You slip on your boots and tie up your laces. With yourself dressed, you yawn and exit the small apartment room that you call home.
You hear the birds chirping above before they fly off, following a large group that is heading north for the winter. Strange how many of the creatures here evolved to be sentient, yet fish and some birds are still feral.
You shrug off the thought as you stop in front of the large building, home to the ZPD or Zootopia Police Department. You yawn again as you head inside, seeing the large cheetah running the front desk and completely surrounded by breakfast items.
"Morning Clawhauser." You casually say as you lean onto his desk.
"Good morning Detective, you're up early! That is a new record!" He laughs at his little joke as he indulges himself with a glazed doughnut.
You frown as you take one of his chocolate doughnuts and take a bite out of it. "Hey, crime takes its toll on the officers. I need all the rest I can get." You grin as you finish the pastry and get off the table.
"I'll see you later." You point finger guns at him before walking away.
Your office isn't too far in the interior of the department, your room surrounded by other detectives in the workforce. You see your full name on the golden plate drilled to your door, signaling that this room is your's.
You enter the room and see the chaotic mess on your desk, pictures and files everywhere with notes you write down for each case. You look onto the wall by the left side of your desk, pictures linked together by the missing predator case.
You sigh as you look at each of the photos, every predator gone without a trace.
Well… almost without a trace.
Mayor Lionheart had entrusted you with the case. And to provide false evidence of all of the victims, because they aren't really missing. You know because you seen them.
All feral… all of them.
You sigh again as you slouch onto your seat, glancing at the "evidence" on your table, all of them falsified.
Frowning, you collect all of them up and put them in a yellow file before putting them in the filing cabinet.
Enough moping for now, let's see the new recruit.